Escape

A rather strange thing happened while l was shopping in town on Saturday.

l was holding a small handbag, then bought a couple of items wihich l put in a plastic M&S carrier, but after half an hour or so of browsing around various stores l looked down and ... no carrier!

Odd.  l have no recollection of losing it, and l'm normally safety conscious, always aware of suspicious looking people who might, at the first available opportunity, nick my stuff.

lt was unnerving to say the least. Was l suffering from a mental block? Had the carrier self-destructed? Or maybe l was merely pre-occupied with loftier matters and left it somewhere? (Loftier matters being 'what shall l have for tea when l get home' and 'l hope the buses are running on schedule'.)

lt could have been worse as the sum total of the missing goods was just £4.49, and l didn't have the time or inclination  to re-trace my steps to search for it, but it's the principle. lf it's happened once, what's to stop it happening again? Hmmm. Another valid reason for ordering via the internet, l think.

Saturday evening saw the second installment of the excellent series on BBC 2 - The Seven Ages Of Rock. This week saw footage of Pink Floyd (with and without Syd Barrett), Lou Reed, David Bowie, Roxy Music, and Genesis (with Peter Gabriel).

http://www.bbc.co.uk/music/sevenages/    

After the beautiful warm April the past week or so has seen a definite change in the weather. Grey and cold one minute, sunny but still cold the next; some light showers, then extremely heavy rainfall, and howling wind as well, thrown in for good measure. lt can't seem to make up it's mind what to do.

My enjoyable bouts of sitting in the garden with a good book and a cup of tea, listening to cheerful birdsong and the pleasant hum of bees have been put on hold for the time being. My woolly jumpers are back into service and the heating turned up. l only venture out when l need to, or when l just have to get some fresh air and a change of scene.

Pussem the cat has been injured. Nothing too serious, but certainly upsetting, for him and for me. When l was combing his fur one evening l noticed a flattened patch on his back leg, near his ankle where he'd been licking. On closer inspection l found some puncture wounds, and on the other side of his leg some lacerations, as if a set of jaws - probably a dog's - had grabbed him. l suspect what happened is Pussem may have visited his old home two doors away. The new owners have four dogs of different sizes and breeds, and they have also attached some sections of hazelwood screening to the top of their existing fence panels. Pussem may have become trapped and been an easy target for canine teeth !

Happily he is now recovering. And it didn't affect his appetite. But he has lost some of his confidence and stays in the garden alot more than he used to.